User blog:ShirazVikram/Shades of Red

''A weasel stumbled awkwardly along the sandy banks of a river, panting. ''

''The sun blazed a fiery crimson-gold a thousand miles away. It never seemed to stop radiating its intesnse heat, drying up the river to a mere trickle of water. The afternoon was fading away, leaving the sky to be covered the gentle darkness of night. Their footpaws were occasinally pricked by sharp pebbles underfoot, and the bleached bones of long-gone deadbeasts rattled as they trekked by.''

''The weasel looked up at the sky, praying that wherever she was going would appear soon. Her tattered rags that she wore were filthier than ever, and the headband just above her forehead was soaked in sweat. The small knife she used as her weapon was slung into her sash, stained with blood. Her chopped half-tail hung limply from its stump. ''

''A fox trudged along next to the weasel, offering her support as they walked along. The silvery fox was wearing a green tunic, black leather belt strapped around her waist, and had several daggers slipped into it. Her amber eyes glittered and narrowed against the harsh rays of the sun. The jade-green fang that protruded slightly from her jaw had a dull gleam to it, slighlty reflecting its surroundings.''

"When will we ever get out of here, Jade...?" The weasel groaned, sighing.

"Soon, soon... we're not that far fom leaving. Patience, Jikas. Patience." ''The fox said. Her tone was weary, and she would have fell down any moment, but stayed strong and kept moving. ''"We'll make it there by nightfall."

"And then...?" ''Jikas said dully. ''

''The fox cast a stern, serious look at Jikas. ''"We will do what we should have done all of these seasons ago."